Have your action figures refuse to take orders from you.
Seems impossible, right?
You have total control over ‘em.
It’s like playing tic-tac-toe with yourself-it always ends in a draw.
But that’s why you must lose yourself in play.
Then either Xs or Os shall prevail-because you lose track, something gets by you, tumult among the factions inside your Society of Mind.
It’s the same thing with your action figures.
They’ll pierce through with some kind of rebellion.
And then you’ll counter with a mass execution, something like that, the stuff of grand historical tragedy busting loose.
And then the next generation of action figures will seek revenge against you, maybe even swarm you, and slay you with a million tiny punctures from a bunch of tiny bayonets.
And then your ghost haunts the headquarters playset.
And now you’re a mystery that needs solving by action figure detectives.
It can happen just like that.
The drama emerges even when you’re just playing with yourself.
You just have to lose track, is all.
Even if the Climate Inferno heat dome melts everything down into plastic patties your spirit can still loom over the waste all gothic and ghostly.
It’s a way to go.
